Can you hear it?
The low rumble of distant thunder, so faint it could be missed
The air around you changes somehow, there is a quiet muffling of the world
I get anxious as I feel the rising pressure of the thoughts that bind me, I am alone.
Can’t move, can’t breath – why am I so stupid, the first wind gust rushes by – It’s on…
The darkness is now all around as the clouds grow, their marbled dark blues and gray
Churning… rolling in – hopelessly out of control – why am I even here?
The temperature drops, another huge gust and then I see the trees dancing, encircling me
What are they doing, as I see their arms outstretched?
They move, they hiss at the wind.
It is a powerful rhythm – breaking through the chaos of the storm, what is its meaning?
I wrap my arms around me, I cower feeling afraid, pointless, tired of fighting the storm, wanting it to end…
I hear the trees again, hissing, cracking their whips at the beast, dancing to a beat from deep below
Then I see it, out of the corner of my eye, a light – was I seeing things?
It was probably nothing…
The storm seems different, the rhythm is giving order to the movement, the dancing slows
There it is again, a shaft of light – a thought occurs out of the murky darkness saying…
The tears of rain and release land on my face. Can you smell it?
Hope had drifted in filling the air
The clouds part a bit more, the trees slowly undulate as the clouds flow with purpose
“I Am … ” comes again…
“I Am unique”,
“I Am meant to be”,
“I Am perfection …”
– Doubt wanes, but holds on just in case
It’s warmer, I stand taller feeling the rain washing the chaos of thoughts down to the earth.
“I Am!” –
Yes, I am!
I breath deep the calming order that comes from all around
The trees are different now, they look familiar –
More than just wood and limbs and leaves –
I know them, they are family, they are tribe –
I wasn’t alone…?
I Am whole,
I Am loved,
I Am worthy,
I Am free…
~ Dwight Raatz